Riveting, thrilling “Disconnect” is paradigmatic of the twenty-first century’s addiction to cell phones, internet; obsessed with 24/7 connectivity; diners, noncommunicative spheres; emailing, texting, eating, “I tweet, therefore I am”; constant collisions on streets and sidewalks; coffee shops, airports are hotbeds of the colossal mania to Twitter, Skype; Facebook has electrified, energized relationships, correspondence; also piloting the death of introspection.
Director Henry-Alex Rubin and writer Andrew Stern depict an efficacious, remarkably honest portrait of the havoc and devastation these tools of creative connectedness can wreak upon the trusting jejune: identity theft; cruel, sadistic bullying; salacious, teenage chat rooms; tightly transitioning from one scenario to another (echoes the pace of “Crash”); brilliant acting informs the sophisticated script; resulting in revolutionary inveterate behavior reversals; lives crumbling, awakening; scintillating entertainment, flirting with the astral.
Jason Bateman is “Rich Boyd” a lawyer cemented to his phone, neglecting his family, especially his talented, hermetic son, “Ben” (Jonah Bobo); Andrea Riseborough, avariciously ambitious reporter “Nina Dunham” unearths a teenage porn site and verbally seduces “Kyle” (titillating performance by Max Thieriot) into anonymously telling his story. A grieving couple “Derek and Cindy Hull” (Alexander Skarsgard, Paula Patton) their identities and finances ravished, compromised by an unknown, accomplished hacker.
At the core of this insightful film is loneliness, the consummate partner of those perpetually -fastened souls; so isolated that they convey their most profound intimacies to cyber sobriquets. Terrifyingly pathetic; terrifyingly realistic.
At times contrived, minimally melodramatic but razor- sharp in portraying individuals whose debilitating quest for constant linkage leads to a disconnected, bifurcated existence.
FOUR AND 1/2 STARS!!!!